I'm usually the last person to say something like this, but I don't think there is a reason. For us, at least. The deities get a kick out of us being miserable, though.

[Home is not where the heart is, in regards to her apartment here. With the exception of the animals who just muffle the ticking, it feels emptier than usual and Angela's not sure if she wants to deal with another night there right now. A hotel somewhere in the City might be more welcoming.

His last statement is a complete lie and Angela shakes her head at that.]

That's not true. Brennan didn't remember anything when she came back the second time. Not this place, not where we lived, not even her cat. She was basically a different person and if she comes back like that again, I'm going to break something.